I'm blue...dabadee dabadiy dabadee dabadiy dabadee dabadiy... :D

Theodore had stayed with Harry despite his arm burning. Harry's wand was broken and he was currently using Theodore's, but the other boy didn't seem to mind or he had at least not complain. Theo had already tried mending the broken wand even though he knew it wouldn't work. Finally, unable to wait any longer, Theodore had set off, wandless, to return to the Dark Lord. He told Harry he had a story before he disappeared and Harry, more alone than he had ever been before, could not rest as he paced around their campsite. He moved the campsite once, leaving a hint of where he had gone. In the loneliness of it all, he had begun muttering to himself or talking to Sleipner and Nuckel, who had stayed with them throughout all of this.

"I'm sure he has apples in here for you two..." Harry began rummaging through the bag as the two Burok waited patiently. "Don't think we'll find many apples in the Forest of Dean, especially in this weather."

He finally found apples for them and, after feeding them, went off to pace again. He was lonely. He was bored. He was worried. He was scared. He was hardly sleeping. He was hardly eating. He kept fretting over where Theodore was, what he was doing, where he had gone, if he would find the note, if Harry should go back...too many emotions raged within him. Too many strong feelings made war on his heart and mind. The only time he slept was when he had cried himself there. Everything felt hopeless. Everything felt painful. The days that passed by left him feeling weak and vulnerable and desperate for any contact with Theodore.

Then he saw it. The deer. The Patronus through the trees.

He gave pursuit instantly, calling after it, calling for Theo and telling him to come out. The deer stopped over a pond and then disappeared. He caught sight of Gryffindor's sword lying at the bottom of the pond. He gasped, forgot about the deer, and began to work out a plan to get the sword out of the pond. It took several minutes before he realized he would have to swim to the bottom to retrieve it. This nearly got him killed. The cold took away his breath and the sword seemed heavier in water than it ever had in real life. If it hadn't been for Cedric pulling him out of the water, he would have sworn he'd drown.

"Are. You. Mental?" Cedric asked as he conjured up a blanket to wrap around Harry's shuddering body.

"I-it was you?" Harry questioned through the chattering of his teeth.

"Yeah. I got you out." Cedric didn't understand what Harry had said.

"No...you cast the doe?"

"What? No." Cedric furrowed his brows. "I thought that was you. I thought your Patronus had changed for..."

"Changed..." Harry interrupted, brows furrowed as he recalled that Theodore's Patronus had become a falcon...unless it had changed back...his stomah felt like it dropped out of him at this thought.

They argued over why Cedric had come back and how he got back and then, accepting it all as Dumbledore's will, Harry began to lead Cedric back to the camp.

"Any luck on your mission?" Cedric asked, handing over the sword.

"Well," Harry held up the sword. "Yeah."

"Needed it?"

"A bit." Harry nodded and then he stopped, frozen at the sight before him.

Theodore was at the tent, looking every bit terrified and then he was holding Harry so tight Harry was sure his life was getting squeezed out of him. They were kissing and touching and making such a mess of each other that Harry quite dropped the sword, forgot what he was doing, forgot his surroundings and Cedric, who didn't seemed bothered to remind them this time that he was there, instead walked quietly away and into the tent. They were on the ground, in the snow, and Harry was more than willing to do whatever it was Theodore wanted to do. Theodore took his wand back and waved it quickly and blankets and pillows fell around them. Evidently, he too knew where this was headed and that they weren't going to be getting inside the tent in time to be comfortable. The Muffliato spell and a Warming Charm later found them stripping off their clothes amid a flurry of kisses and stroking hands.

Theodore was warmer than Harry had ever felt him. His skin seemed to glow against the dark sky and he was blushing even as he led Harry. Harry was in such excitement and blatant desire that he quite forgot to feel abashed as they melted into the pile of blankets and pillows. Their heat seemed to increase the Warming Charm to its magnitude. Electricity seemed to spark from their hands when they touched. It was dilerious wonder, molding against Theodore, so much better than anything Harry had experienced that Harry felt as if his veins were flowing with Firewhiskey instead of blood. The taste of Theodore's lips was intoxicating. The look of adoration in his eyes made Harry feel as if he couldn't compete with Theodore. He kept trying to show how much he loved the other, but Theo kept besting him again and again and Harry couldn't catch up. Breath coming out in pants, sweat shining across their skin, indistinguishable from each other, hair clinging wet, and emotions exploding with every touch, every kiss, every nip, and every lick until Harry was begging for more, for freedom, for release, for the blissful pleasure to reach its end and yet continue until he couldn't think anymore.

He couldn't imagine this imperfect, unplanned, hot and dirty mess of a union being any more perfect.

Don't care how short this was...I'm going to end it there. :P